they've been here for a while
it seems like forever
no one understands...
why are they here anyways?
why can't they leave?
questions asked
one after the other
orders made but it's not easy
"stop cutting" "stop crying"
imagine yourself in my head
then you'd understand
it isnt for attention
though it's thought it is
no one knows...
untill one day
a person finds out
it was then
things got worse
"attention seeker" "emo" "goth"
these demons haunt me every night
whispering into my ear
these demons are my friends
other than ana, sue, deb, mia and the rest
other than "the cat"
questions still asked
"why do you wear so many bracelets?" " it's summer why are u wearing winter clothes!!"
the demons gained each night
one after the other
until one day the finally said
"it's time"
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Depressing stories
PoetryI write poems about depression. They're half fiction and half non-fiction. I hope you can relate and if you do please follow for more ( I follow back)
